Sometimes humans point strange objects at me that have odd red lights and only one eye.
They make bright flashes and click, and then the humans look at the strange object and seem to be really happy. They call that “taking photographs”.
I don’t know what photographs are, but nobody is going to take mine away from me.
I strongly believe that fitness is a good thing. It’s very important to get exercise every day. So here I am coaching the Foxecubs in the proper use of the Wii board. The Elder Statesman tried to intervene, but I kept them focused. As long as they were playing with that thing, I had free access to the couch.
Ok, it’s like this… I’ll pose all you like, wear the dumbest headgear, smile, flirt, whatever… as long as I get the those sausage roll remains.
I’ve been given the sunny spot on the bed to recover from my trauma.
Yours Truly Confused fell for the sad face and provided therapeutic snacks.
All is well with my world again.
Feeling very sorry for myself today. I tried to grab some of The Diva’s breakfast before she had finished, and came out of the argument second-best.
Yours Truly Confused has been administering salve and sympathy. Think I’ll milk this situation for a few snacks.
Unlike The Elder Statesman, I don’t rely on the work of my illustrious predecessors, I’ve started my very own independent excavation, digging where no dog has dug before.
Work is progressing nicely, but I am having some issues with The Diva who is trying to muscle in. I’ve had to stage a lie in to prevent her from ruining the clean lines and gentle curves in my pit with those big hairy shovels she refers to as paws.
Meee of course! Look at that elegant pose, the perfect profile, the beautifully balanced black and white markings, the collar carefully placed and the serene expression.
Hopefully all the above will draw Yours Truly Confused’s attention away from the slightly chewed ledge under the wardrobe.
A girl can hope…
